Going Under


The seasons change, we peel off our regrets
But still look for an opening in the air.
Love always leaves a residue, a stain.
The slate always slightly smudged.
Our hearts striations of clouds.
Memories come and go
with its fountain
of nostalgia flowing over
us without warning.
Blurring the landscape of
time until it unfolds back.
Dividing then from now.
Dividing soul from sanity,
until all that remains is an
oracle, an empty beach
dark waves of sorrow,
a tide long since receded and
an icy wind blowing in yearning
from yesterday’s yesteryears

-Tosha Michelle

79 thoughts on “Going Under

      1. Oh you diamond! Yes, alls well, such as it is! Busy painting this aft, just about to throw on my rags and get started! ๐Ÿ™‚ You have a good day over there now, y’hear! (think I got that accent right just about) โค

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  1. Time as humans apply it, I believe, is nothing more than an expression of our need for order. God’s order is very different from ours and is revealed to us when the abstract grid we impose on our life is peeled back. Eternity is always, now with no past and no future. This is a deep, lovely poem.

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  2. I thought that was San marco in Venice, Italy & this was going to be about how the Cathedral & other building are “Going Under” water.
    Lovely poem though. As always!
    Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel โ€œSecrets & Lies in El Salvadorโ€ is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
    Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:

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